Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ukraine and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.